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Jonathan Tinker was plainly part of the horrible tyranny which we all know
exists on shipboard; and his listener respected him the more that, though
he had heart enough to be ashamed of it, he was too honest not to own it.
Why did he still follow the sea? Because he did not know what else to do.
When he was younger, he used to love it, but now he hated it. Yet there
was not a prettier life in the world if you got to be captain. He used to
hope for that once, but not now; though he _thought_ he could
navigate a ship. Only let him get his family together again, and he would--
yes, he would--try to do something ashore.
No car had yet come in sight, and so the contributor suggested that they
should walk to the car-office, and look in the "Directory," which is kept
there, for the name of Hapford, in search of whom it had already been
arranged that they should renew their acquaintance on the morrow. Jonathan
Tinker, when they had reached the office, heard with constitutional phlegm
that the name of the Hapford, for whom he inquired was not in the
"Directory.
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